He shut his eyes and leaned in to her touch.
“It isn’t fair, though,” she said, finally. “And I cannot leave you to Celedin. They’ll send for me, and they’ll send a ticket for the train, and it will be for one of the sleeping compartments in the front, and I will trade it for two tickets in the middle part of the train, and you will have one of the tickets, and you will leave this place. Even if we aren’t together, or we can’t be, you will not stay here.”
He opened his eyes. “Maybe,” he whispered. “Maybe.” And then he was touching her, his hands on her hips, smoothing over them through her skirts, on her waist and then higher, spanning her ribs. His thumbs brushed quickly and deliciously over her breasts. She let out a breathy cry, and he pulled her down and kissed her again.
She lost her balance and collapsed into him.
They fell back on his bed and their kissing turned fierce. Her skirts were pushed high. He was pressed into her. He had his hand on her thigh, sliding it further and further into her skirts, over her drawers, over the outer wall of her body. His palm was so thick it spanned her there, gripped her, held her in place as he pressed his cock into the soft low protrusion of her belly.
She angled her hips, trying to rub the most sensitive part of her against it, wanting that, thinking that must be it, that must be how it worked, only… “Why does it get hard?” And then she realized she’d said that aloud.
He panted into her neck. “To fit into your opening, Aerhril, come now.”
Oh, may she be burned to ash in the fires of the dawn, that could not be. “You would never fit,” she gasped in a panic. “You are far too large.”
“I would fit.” He kissed her jaw. “It might be snug, but I would like that.”
She mewled.
“We will never do that,” he grunted. “Never.”
“But…”
“That is how men get babes on women, Aerhril. So. Never.”
She reached between them and put her hand on it. She wanted to feel it against her palm. She could not help it.
He whimpered. “What are youdoing?”
It was hot and quite, quite firm, but the skin on it was so very satiny, and shelikedtouching it.
He reached down, seized her wrist, slammed her hand down into the bed above her head, and pinned her arm there.
She gasped.
He was breathing very hard.
“Apologies,” she whispered.
He kissed her. “You cannot do that.”
“But I like it,” she said. “I like that part of your body. Tell me I can look at it again, please.”
He groaned. He kissed her again. “No, Aerhril, no.”
She let out a sigh of disappointment. “All right,” she said in surrender. “All right, then.”
He kissed her. He put his hand on her breast again.
That felt so good. She writhed into him.
He was off her, standing up at the end of the bed, nude, his cock pointing directly at her. His voice was strangled. “You have to go now.”
So, she left.
But he let her look at it again, obviously. And he let her stroke it, and he let her put it in her mouth, and he let her do allsortsof things with it. Never that, of course. He never put it inside her.
Most of that was after they knew she wasn’t going home, though, she supposed.
